//------------------------------// // Eyes Open, Something Broken // Story: Double Rainbow // by MyLittleGeneration //------------------------------// Lights... There weren’t any. Not even a single ray. All I could see was darkness. And I couldn't help but feel a pulse on my head, and a slight stretch of pain on my right leg. I slowly opened my eyes, then closed them again as soon as a pitch of bright light caught my eyesight. I squinted into the light, allowing my eyes to adjust. "The hell?" I muttered out. Once I had adjusted to the light, I glanced over to my side, where I saw some kind of machine beeping besides me. Besides the machine were three people. My vision was still blurry, so I had trouble seeing who exactly they were. I could tell that one was in all white clothing, while the other two appeared to be wearing blue. There was something very... familiar about them, though. As I continued to stare at them, the trio slowly started to become less blurry. After a while, my vision finally cleared up, and I saw... Soarin? Rainbow Dash?! D-Do... Doctor? "He's awake." Dash said softly. The doctor in the white outfit looked at me, holding his clipboard. "Ah, so he is." he said. "Well, I’m glad to see that he's alright." I groaned, feeling like my body would crumble apart at any moment. "Wha…?" I managed to say. "Mr. Blitz?" asked the doctor. "Can you hear me?" I gave him a nod. He held out two fingers. "Am I holding up two fingers?" I gave another nod. "Okay, good, good..." I turned my attention away from him for a moment, and back towards Dash, who was wearing her jersey for the soccer team, having blue shorts with yellow stripes on the side. Soarin, on the other hand, wasn’t wearing anything new; it was the same outfit he’d worn the last time I saw him. Back in the car... My mind quickly flashed back to the car. Back to the last clear scene I had before being struck by another random car, my head thrusting towards the side, and I felt dizzy and had a throbbing pain shooting violently. I took a look downwards, and saw that I was on a hospital bed. But that wasn't all, though. Held up high in a wrapped cast was my right leg, which, from what I remembered in my flashback, was where the pain struck most. I felt an ache in my head just thinking about it. "What happened to my leg?" I asked, wanting an answer. "Well..." Soarin said. "Something happened during the car accident…" I looked at the doctor, who took in a deep breath. "Mr. Blitz, it seems that your leg might've been... damaged right when the accident happened. Critically." My eyes widened. "W-What do you mean?" I asked, starting to freak out. "Relax Mr. Blitz. Now, it turns out your leg got pretty cleanly fractured, but…” "But?" I asked. "You have gotten pretty lucky that it wasn’t anything more serious. Now, of course you wouldn't have been paralyzed or anything like that even if the injury were more severe, but it could've very easily given you a limp that could last a lifetime. Luckily, that’s not the case." I nodded slowly. "Even so, your leg is in a poor condition right now regardless. As such, you’ll be required to wear a cast." "For how long?" Dash asked worriedly. "Well, judging by the x-rays and how the bones looked, we’ve concluded that it’ll be somewhere between eight and twelve weeks. If he’s lucky, his leg might be able to heal fully in about five to six weeks, but the chances of that are rather slim.” the doctor explained to Dash. I felt my breathing intensify, coming in heavily. I was blown away by what I’d just heard! That was at least a month and a half with a busted leg! I looked over to my side again and saw a set of metal crutches, open for the taking, obviously meant for me whenever the hell I got out of there. Actually, come to think of it... "When do I get out of here? Is there anything else damaged?" I asked. The doctor looked through his notes for a moment, before turning to face me again. "Well, you had some bruising and some bleeding, but it was nothing major. Aside from your leg, the worst of it was a little bit of damage around the skull, but we fixed that while you were out. As for how long you’ll be staying here, it shouldn’t be more than a couple of days." He smiled, and looked at Dash and Soarin. "Hmm, well I suppose I shall leave the three of you alone to chat." He left the room. I groaned, and Soarin sat on a seat next to me. "So… painful as hell?" "Not really... Wait," I said, realizing something. "How the hell aren't you in a bed?" "Oh, I got checked." he answered. "I got up and tried to teach that damn guy a lesson, but they took me away and check-" "Wait!" I said, interrupting him. "What... What guy?" I rubbed the side of my head, feeling a little better on the little throb of pain around the area. He lowly growled, and Dash had a worried expression on her face. "Who was it, Soarin?" she asked. "Was it someone you know? That we know?" He sighed and shook his head. "No, he's just an idiot driver that should know what the hell she's doing." he responded. Dash slowly nodded, but I raised a brow in confusion. 'She?' I thought. 'No... No that isn't right, I remember that it was a man, the person even had a voice of one. There was no way it could've been a woman.' I told him, "You're lying." He looked at me with his brow raised. "Pardon?" "You're lying." I repeated. "You said 'she'." "So?" "I remember that you were yelling at a man. He even spoke with the voice of one." I brought up. "He was stuttering, looked scared, and started freaking out." "I meant 'he'." he said. He shook his head in frustration, "Bloody idiot. Not only does he go and ruin my damn car, but he nearly gets us both killed in the process! God, what kind of…” "Soarin," Dash said, resting a hand on his shoulder. "Just relax and tell us: Who was the driver?" "Nobody! I already…" "Soarin" she said in a stern and serious tone. Soarin opened his mouth, but slowly closed it. “Stop lying to us, and tell us who it was. Now.” Rainbow said sternly. Soarin pinched his forehead, before moving over to the wall across from him. Silence fell over the room for a moment, before he finally sighed. "Fine, I'll tell you who it was." he said after a moment of silence, "You said it yourself..." A moment of silence passed, and I was starting to get annoyed. "Soarin, who was-" "IT WAS RUSH DOWN'S GUY, OK?!" he shouted, alarming the both of us. Dash sharply gasped. I shook a bit in my bed, a little uneasy. "I'm sure it wasn't one of his guy-" "Hey, remember the thug guy?" he suddenly interrupted. "You know him, right?" I was about to shake my head, but Dash gasped. I turned towards her. She turned to look at me, and explained, "He’s talking about the guy who got us, Blitz." she said. "When we saw them, and then he caught us?" I quickly nodded. "Him?" "Yeah, him and his shitty vehicle crashed right into us, and you know what he does? Asshole starts begging for mercy." He chuckled. “'Oh, I-I-I'm sorry, man! Didn't mean to!'" he said, mimicking the guy's voice, “God, I swear I’ve seen more convincing performances in middle school plays!” "Soarin, maybe he really didn't mean to do it." Dash brought up. "Maybe it really was just an accident." "Going at 65 miles per hour in a place that allows only up to 30?" he questioned, eyebrow raised, "Oh yeah, that was totally ‘just an accident’!" "Well how the hell would he know I was going to the game?" I asked. "I don't know!" Soarin yelled. "But let’s assume that it was just an accident. He still shouldn't have been going that fast like he's a Delorean try-hard, dammit." He growled lowly. "Just… just give me a little room here." He walked to the corner of the room and sat down on a lone chair. Dash looked at me as she sat on a chair beside my bed. She looked like a wreck. "So… did ya win the game?" I asked, chuckling. She softly giggled. "Y-Yeah, we won the game." An awkward silence passed between us. "S-" "BLITZ?!" shouted a voice. The door flung open, and standing there sweating bullets in his outfit was- "Bro?" He twitched a bit. "Are you alright?" The doctor appeared in the doorway. "Yes, yes, he is fine." Daze looked behind him, some of the stress and worry on his face seeming to just melt away in the process. "I-I'll leave you be." he said, closing the door immediately. My brother walked up to me, shaking his head. "What happened, Blitz? I mean, I heard that you got into an auto accident, but… how?" "Driving to the game." Soarin said. "An asshole drove fast, crashed into us, and trashed us." Daze nodded, before his eyes were drawn to the cast. "What's this?" he said in an even more worried tone. "Relax, Daze, it's just a cast." I told him. "For how long?" "Couple of weeks." Dash answered. "He said six, at least." For some reason, she seemed to be a bit freaked out from seeing the way my brother looked and was acting. "Don’t worry about it, bro. I'll be out in just a couple of days. It’s nothing too critical." I assured him. He slowly nodded. "Nothing too critical. Uh-huh." he said, rolling his eyes. "Well, I'm just glad you're okay. Nothing else bothering ya?" I shook my head. "Neat... Good..." He put his hand through his hair, letting out a sigh of relief. "They putting you on any medications?" "Not that I'm aware of. Honestly don't think anything like that is even necessary for stuff like this." I answered. "Well, aside from painkillers and such..." He quickly hugged me, smiling. "Just glad to see you're in the clear. So, I'm just gonna hang around, if you guys are alright with it." he said, looking at the others. "By all means, go ahead.” Soarin said, finally calmed down. "You're his brother." Dash nodded, but didn’t say anything. "Heh, thanks." Daze said. "Well, I guess a few things are going to be a little different at home, huh?" I chuckled to myself. "You said it, bro..."